| My mind is clear as a cloudless sky |
| No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
| A waning wild, from two bygone days |
| No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Wide awake but I am sleeping |
| No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
| I’m lying naked, drunk and dreaming |
| No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Could it all, could it all |
| Could it all work at all? |
| Could it all, could it all |
| Could it all work at all? |
| Could it all, could it all |
| Could it all work at all? |
| Could it all, could it all |
| Could it all? |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| I’m growing black mud up around my veins |
| And I’m going backward shouting out the name |
| But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |
| Is there something bigger? |